“She lives at Nineteen Burstraat,” Kaz said in his gravelly rasp. “Three floors up, geraniums in the window boxes. There are two Dregs waiting outside her door right now, and if I don’t walk out of here whole and feeling righteous, they will set that place alight from floor to rooftop. It will go up in seconds, burning from both ends with poor Elise trapped in the middle. Her blonde hair will catch first. Like the wick of a candle.” “You’re bluffing,” said Geels, but his pistol hand was trembling. Kaz lifted his head and inhaled deeply. “Getting late now. You heard the siren. I smell the
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